"Yes." As usual, Kabuto is at his workstation, wishing for monitors like he had set up in their hideout in the dummy village called Oto. There were only so many things he could steal from the local hospital, a place more designed to treat sprains and broken bones, things that might be sustained in the course of fieldwork, that work of the level of sophistication Kabuto was accustomed to. Still, he'd managed to procure life-sign monitors and kept his eyes on those, rather than on his patient.

"It seems your disease grows worse the more your immune system tries to defeat it. Currently, I've almost completely neutralized it and repaired some of the damage to your lungs. Do try not to get a cold, though. That would be enough to kill you."